HjusOticePlostE
04-06-2006, 12:53 AM
I
I AM SO LONELY!
Anyday that goes by--
Bewilderment ensues,
Following the shocking,
of pandora's box-----my only truth .
some people,
take apart--> rub on thistles,
till bled followed by drainage
skill and skin loosened
Gallows, I sit upon your rope--
(an angry man at that!) (angry man at that!)
take
rope,
Tighten constriction of air.
Wish of the Crucible--
yellow bird only friend
Abby you ***** !
II
Someday the invisible,
Attempting to be seen
will find its way outside,
To the cole of Anapolis.
Darkened skies illumine
chate follow me.
Waking down the hill,
evolved of nothing,
But of a man,
convoluted transfigured --really a man?
Just an image,
chaste follow me.
Blue, red, indigho.
--(Stop)
Follow your orders!
--(Stop)
Man a mirror; of a mirror
--(stop)
III
Broken glass,
reflection of truth.
More than one eye to any instance
-----Hairdryer on the floor
cries of fidelity
Roaming the halls for a jacket--
angered at the panties found,
hidden between our sheets--oh!
brillantly giggling down the stairs
-----hearing clatter footsteps
-----shocked at how fast he left
and the sudden realization of that
door slam,
being alone for once
In a pink robe, cries---clentched fists
covet the head that hangs.
------one false memory
Awakes mascara run dry
Well, these are my Dreamscapes. The "I", or the "he" in the poem is not me at all. Umm, if you have read John Berryman, the form of the poem is very similar, 6 lines/3 stanzas. Hope you enjoy1 Any feedback is really good!?!
I AM SO LONELY!
Anyday that goes by--
Bewilderment ensues,
Following the shocking,
of pandora's box-----my only truth .
some people,
take apart--> rub on thistles,
till bled followed by drainage
skill and skin loosened
Gallows, I sit upon your rope--
(an angry man at that!) (angry man at that!)
take
rope,
Tighten constriction of air.
Wish of the Crucible--
yellow bird only friend
Abby you ***** !
II
Someday the invisible,
Attempting to be seen
will find its way outside,
To the cole of Anapolis.
Darkened skies illumine
chate follow me.
Waking down the hill,
evolved of nothing,
But of a man,
convoluted transfigured --really a man?
Just an image,
chaste follow me.
Blue, red, indigho.
--(Stop)
Follow your orders!
--(Stop)
Man a mirror; of a mirror
--(stop)
III
Broken glass,
reflection of truth.
More than one eye to any instance
-----Hairdryer on the floor
cries of fidelity
Roaming the halls for a jacket--
angered at the panties found,
hidden between our sheets--oh!
brillantly giggling down the stairs
-----hearing clatter footsteps
-----shocked at how fast he left
and the sudden realization of that
door slam,
being alone for once
In a pink robe, cries---clentched fists
covet the head that hangs.
------one false memory
Awakes mascara run dry
Well, these are my Dreamscapes. The "I", or the "he" in the poem is not me at all. Umm, if you have read John Berryman, the form of the poem is very similar, 6 lines/3 stanzas. Hope you enjoy1 Any feedback is really good!?!